In the midst of the garrison behind the army of the Wanxiang Kingdom.
Avis saw the battle report handed up by his men, Lin Mo appeared with a mysterious army that was like an army of demons that could not be killed, Lin Mo captured Guangyao alive and left with his army in perfection.
“Pah!”
The fine onyx jade cup on the table was dropped directly onto the floor by Avis, instantly splitting into pieces, as Avis looked at the ministers as well as the generals below, his eyes filled with anger.
“Are you all a bunch of trash? My Wanxiang Kingdom’s million strong army actually couldn’t even take down a single Lin Mo!”
Ai Weiwei’s hoarse voice caused the ministers below to cringe and tremble, all not daring to speak.
“If you are all so useless, what do I still have you for? Go back and cut yourselves!”
Avis’s words caused one of the general’s ranks to frown and walk out of the queue.
“Your Majesty, the army led by that Lin Mo immediately reduced to pieces when they fought, which basically rendered our heavy firepower useless, besides that Lin Mo is already a Zong Shi cultivator, an ordinary person would not be able to keep him.”
Seeing that someone was actually questioning him, Avis stood up from his chair and walked over to the general.
“That means you can’t kill Lin Mo? An army of a million men can’t even kill one man?”
“That’s not what I mean, but our army is simply spread …… out!”
Avis did not give the general time to speak as a gilt dagger slashed out from within her long sleeves.
With the dagger in her hand, Avis stabbed the general in the chest where he was unsuspecting, blood instantly squirting out along the dagger and landing on Avis’ delicate face.
Kicking the officer to the ground, Avis walked up to the high platform with a cold bank on his face, sweeping his gaze so that no minister dared to raise his head.
“This is what happens to wastes, remember, what the widower wants is not the process of those of you who can’t, but the result!”
Avis’s cold words caused a thought to rise within the hearts of many ministers that perhaps the Sixth Prince would be more suitable to be king than Avis if he were still alive.
As for the Grand Prince and the Third Prince, they had thrown themselves into the well in the monastery the day after Avis had taken the throne.
No one dared to investigate or make any connection as to whether they had actually thrown themselves into the well.
Such things had been commonplace since the ancient days of ruthless emperors.
After the many ministers had left, Avis crooked her finger at the three princes, a flirtatious smile on her face.
Ever since she knew that Zat Baikha and herself were related by blood, a thrill rose up from within every time she remembered, making Avis crave that feeling more and more as well.
Finally, after Avis became king he discovered that there were three other good-looking royal sons among the royals, and all of them were powerless.
Avis simply hooked his fingers and the three sons climbed into bed like dogs.
Avis was already extremely good-looking, and when she became king she had a sense of authority that made even the three princes want to be in bed.
And when Avis wanted excitement, he let the three of them join him, more like a captive face than an appointment with his brother.
Soon, the tent was filled with the sound of the sultry, and the soldiers standing at the door acted as if they had not heard, after all, even they had received invitations from the queen, that figure, very moist.
And in one of the tents, all the military generals and civil servants were gathered together, all of them with very ugly faces.
Avis had just taken office for the first two days of her life and was still doing her job, but then she didn’t even pretend anymore.
He was even having sex with men in the barracks, even with his own brothers!
The ministers’ minds were filled with the thought, “Is Avis really the emperor’s chosen successor?